Why has he done this? Why have I--but there is not time to think now! I
must follow him. I am beyond myself now. I run to the bookcase and collapse
onto it scraping my nails against the wood.
I scream "What is wrong with you?" My cry echoes out in the darkness.
Regretting my outburst, I slap my hand over my mouth.
"Nothing. How about you Weasly?" Draco's head appears without warning from
behind the shelf.
I say nothing.
"I suggest you not carry on like that. You wouldn't want them to discover
that I am in this room."
"Oh really---" I say chokingly" why?"
"Hem?" he scoffs" You're telling me you already don't know?"
"Oh I know" I don't really but I pretend to. "I know you'll turn it all
around---find someway to---make it look like I am at fault"
What am I talking about, at fault? There is no blame to be placed.
"You're lying!" He screams. I fall backward, to the ground at his sudden
outburst.
"You're telling me that you don't know that there out looking for Draco,
the young Malfoy and the fugitive." He has that mad look about him again.
He is between my legs now, pinning me down.
"Draco Malfoy---- the murderer." he coos as he takes a lick of the skin of
my neck. I arch my neck back. He feels so good so very close to me. Then he
pulls away.
"Do you hear me!" he exclaims. He grabs my shoulders and shakes me. "Are
you not afraid of me?"
Stunned, I can barely speak "I am----I---I am not" I cannot believe I have
said these words. Never in my life would I have believed a man if told me
that one day I would tell a killer that I did not fear him and embrace him.
"You lying bitch." He spits with a shake of his head.
How can he say this to me? How can he?
"How?---you mother fucker!"
It is damn never ridiculous that I could have developed such an attachment
to my previous adversary? Our actions toward each other are undoubtedly
unreasonable being that our meeting is completely arbitrary. I must get
him away from me. I pound my fists against his shoulders.
"Feisty little fucker aren't we?" He says.
It seems as though I've lost control of my body. It feels as though I, as a human being am able to fly although I know it is not possible. We have escaped weightlessness inside the darkness and now stand in what appears to be a dimly lit hallway. Draco's hands rest on my waist. Those cold gray eyes stare at me. He turns away. "Do you plan to desert me?" I say mockingly, attempting to cover up my unassuredness. "Yes I do." He is not joking What did I expect? I surely have not fooled myself into believing that his feelings for me match the emotion that I devote to him; match these feelings I have acquired during our present encounter. Hurt, I say "You're impossible." No response. So, I change my approach. "You know you---don't want me to --to expose you!" I pipe out, hopping around on tiptoe like I'm emphasizing my point. I don't really mean it, in fact it can be added to by list of brainless remarks. He has taken hold of my wrists now. "I'm just joking" he says abruptly, lurching forward. He yanks at my right arm, pulling me after him. "Stay quiet" he says as we make our way through the dim passage way. "Why should I?" is my reply "I can be as loud as I want"
I yell. I'm teasing him. "No, you must not!" He shouts through clenched teeth, pinning me against one of the torch adorned stone walls." They might be here, waiting for me." "Fine" I say and we walk on. "Who are they" I ask him." The ministry or something?" He frowns, puts on a face of discernment. "Yeah, the ministry----the order." "You mean the order of the phoenix" the minute the words leave my mouth I regret them, but it is as if he does not notice. "No" he says absent mindedly, like I am joking "The order." I know not what he means, so stay quiet. "Now may we remain quiet as we prepare to venture through this doorway?" he says to be, evidently tired of speaking with me. I follow him through the entrance way, pushing against the cold surface of the wooden doors. "Umm" he mutters, closing the door behind him adroitly "no one here---" He wipes his palms on the front of his pants. "Welcome!" He bites his lower lip "to the Malfoy Manor." He smirks his Malfoy Smirk and leans back against one of heavily gilded tables near where we entered the room. He views me quizzically, awaiting my reaction. I meander my way around the room, pick of books (pretending to read the titles), examining all the expensive looking things scattered around the room. I turn to face him. "It is not as intimidating as I thought it would be" I say. I am honest and a look of surprise spreads across his face.
"Feisty little fucker aren't we?" He says.
It seems as though I've lost control of my body. It feels as though I, as a human being am able to fly although I know it is not possible. We have escaped weightlessness inside the darkness and now stand in what appears to be a dimly lit hallway. Draco's hands rest on my waist. Those cold gray eyes stare at me. He turns away. "Do you plan to desert me?" I say mockingly, attempting to cover up my unassuredness. "Yes I do." He is not joking What did I expect? I surely have not fooled myself into believing that his feelings for me match the emotion that I devote to him; match these feelings I have acquired during our present encounter. Hurt, I say "You're impossible." No response. So, I change my approach. "You know you---don't want me to --to expose you!" I pipe out, hopping around on tiptoe like I'm emphasizing my point. I don't really mean it, in fact it can be added to by list of brainless remarks. He has taken hold of my wrists now. "I'm just joking" he says abruptly, lurching forward. He yanks at my right arm, pulling me after him. "Stay quiet" he says as we make our way through the dim passage way. "Why should I?" is my reply "I can be as loud as I want"
I yell. I'm teasing him. "No, you must not!" He shouts through clenched teeth, pinning me against one of the torch adorned stone walls." They might be here, waiting for me." "Fine" I say and we walk on. "Who are they" I ask him." The ministry or something?" He frowns, puts on a face of discernment. "Yeah, the ministry----the order." "You mean the order of the phoenix" the minute the words leave my mouth I regret them, but it is as if he does not notice. "No" he says absent mindedly, like I am joking "The order." I know not what he means, so stay quiet. "Now may we remain quiet as we prepare to venture through this doorway?" he says to be, evidently tired of speaking with me. I follow him through the entrance way, pushing against the cold surface of the wooden doors. "Umm" he mutters, closing the door behind him adroitly "no one here---" He wipes his palms on the front of his pants. "Welcome!" He bites his lower lip "to the Malfoy Manor." He smirks his Malfoy Smirk and leans back against one of heavily gilded tables near where we entered the room. He views me quizzically, awaiting my reaction. I meander my way around the room, pick of books (pretending to read the titles), examining all the expensive looking things scattered around the room. I turn to face him. "It is not as intimidating as I thought it would be" I say. I am honest and a look of surprise spreads across his face.